"Why did you do this James?" Scarlett asked the solicitor as he stood the other side of the large empty concrete room, leaning against the wall in his thick winter coat as he looked at Scarlett who was sat on a chair, her hands tied behind her back and her legs tied to the legs of the chair. Moriarty had allowed the gag to be removed from her mouth and he had left her in the care of James and surely some other people outside the room whilst he went to go and attend to some business.

"What?" James asked her. "Give you to Mr Moriarty?"

"Mr Moriarty," Scarlett chuckled. "He's got you trained well, hasn't he?"

"Shut up," James hissed. "He pays me well...and you openly rejected me Scarlett...I didn't like that."

Scarlett remained silent as James continued with a sigh, admiring his gloved hands.

"And," he continued, "by doing this I get to live...and become some form of millionaire and so I see no downside for me if I have to be blatantly honest."

"I thought you were a nice guy James," Scarlett told him. "I never thought you'd think of selling me out."

"Unfortunately he gave me a better offer than you could have even fathomed," James replied and Scarlett shook her head and heard a door bang behind her.

"Daddy's home little ones," Moriarty's sudden voice spoke into the room and he began to walk past Scarlett until he saw her face which was full of hatred.

"Our dear Sherlock is in a bit of a state Miss Jenson," he informed the girl. "Gone running around London and is searching for you I do believe...he's taken his little lapdog with him too."

"He's called John," Scarlett replied.

"Oh I know," Moriarty replied, sounding bored and then he looked at James when he heard him cough loudly. He raised his brow at the younger boy who was stood with his arms crossed;

"I was just wondering when I can go," James said. "And when I get paid."

"Oh." Moriarty replied. "You've done well...James," he clicked his fingers, just managing to remember his name.

"So when do I get paid?" James asked and Moriarty smirked and crossed his fingers, looking at them as he reached into his pocket;

"You know when you cross your fingers when making a promise than it doesn't necessarily count?" he told the young man with an evil smile playing across his lips as James paled;

"You promised!" James snapped and Moriarty went;

"Tut, tut," in a quiet voice. "You don't yell at me."

"You arsehole!" James yelled. "I gave her to you on a plate!"

"And I thank you. Really, I do," he said. "Sherlock was getting in the way a little too much for my liking...but your usefulness has worn out."

"Screw this!" James snapped, "I'm leaving," and he began walking across the empty room as Moriarty drew his gun quickly from his jacket and pointed it straight at the solicitor, shooting three bullets straight through his head. Scarlett screamed out in terror when she saw James tumble to the ground and then Moriarty aimed his gun at her head and she began yelling quickly at him and shaking her head.

"No!" she screamed. "Please...don't...I don't want to...don't..."

"You're a funny one Scarlett," Moriarty grinned, lowering the gun and placing his gun into his jacket once again as he clicked his fingers and two men began to drag out James' corpse whilst he continued looking at Scarlett.

"I had Sherlock and John in a situation like this...had them at gunpoint...and Sherlock...he never even begged for his life. Not once," Moriarty raised his finger to exaggerate the once and Scarlett sniffed loudly;

"I'm not like Sherlock," she replied.

"No," he said. "You're nothing like Sherlock and John. Or I, for that matter...the thrill doesn't excite you."

"The thrill of waiting to see if someone is going to kill you?" Scarlett couldn't help but shriek in absolute panic.

"Or the thrill of cases to solve. Puzzles, if you will dear," he replied, pacing up and down in front of her.

"No," she replied. "I don't care for it."

"I can't see why Sherlock went for you," Moriarty shook his head. "You're just some simple girl...nothing special like him...but," Moriarty smirked, "he did go for you hence why I intend to watch you suffer for a long time before I finally allow him to see you, only to beg for your life to be spared."

"And you -being the kind soul you are- won't comply?" Scarlett guessed as he simply chuckled and pulled his phone out from his pocket and began to dial Sherlock's number, placing it onto speakerphone as he drew his gun out.

"Hello," Sherlock's voice echoed the cold and empty building.

"Good evening Sherlock," Moriarty drawled. "How is your running around London in search of dear Scarlett going?"

"So you're still watching?" Sherlock asked, twirling around, his grey coat flaring around him as he looked onto the Thames River and John stood beside him, looking onto the grey murky water too.

"I'm always watching Sherlock," his voice went high pitched. "Tell me, how is the search going? I haven't left you any clues this time...surely that tells you something?"

"Oh it tells me plenty," Sherlock said. "But you know that I won't stop searching for her."

"Well there will come a time when you won't need to search anymore," Moriarty promised him. "Because she will be dead."

"But is she okay?" Sherlock asked. "I want to talk to her," he demanded and Moriarty took the phone from speakerphone and placed it to Scarlett's ear;

"Talk to your little boyfriend then Scarlett," Moriarty pushed her and Scarlett looked down onto her lap before sniffing.

"Sherlock," she whispered. "It's me."

"I'll find you Scarlett," Sherlock said. "You're going to be okay, I promise..."

"I'm scared Sherlock," she admitted to him.

"I know," Sherlock said hurriedly. "But you need to be brave, okay? Just this once, you need to be brave until I come and fetch you."

"I'll try," she promised him.

"I get that you can't tell me where you are," Sherlock said to her.

"I don't know anyway Sherlock," she sighed. "I have no idea.."

"It's fine," he said, "I'll figure it out."

He listened into the background, wondering if he could hear anything unique, but nothing came to him at all. It was silent. But that also told Sherlock something. Quietness meant he had taken her somewhere no one went, where there was no traffic. She couldn't be outside of London; it wasn't possible for her to have gotten there that fast so that left many different areas.

"Scarlett," Sherlock whispered. "Where you are...is it quiet? As in deserted? Just answer yes or no."

"Yes," Scarlett muttered back and Sherlock nodded once;

"Does it look abandoned?"

"Yes."

"And is it big?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Hold on Scarlett," Sherlock told her.

"I'm sorry," Scarlett suddenly sobbed. "I shouldn't have gone out...I should have stayed in..."

"This is not your fault," Sherlock assured her. "None of this."

"Chat time is over kiddies," Moriarty said. "Daddy doesn't want to have to pay too much for a phone bill," he said and placed the phone back onto speaker as Sherlock's voice rang out;

"Where is she?" he pushed Moriarty again.

"With me," he teased and made a clicking noise with his gun;

"What was that?" Sherlock worried. "I swear if you hurt her..."

"Oh no," Moriarty replied. "I'm waiting until she begs for death and then I shall be happy to oblige her...and I'll even allow you to see her then"

"So what?" Sherlock snapped. "What do you plan to do?"

"This." Moriarty simply said and he pointed the gun at Scarlett and fired it, the bullet scraping her arm, causing the girl to yell out in pain and fear as her eyes closed and she began to cry loudly.

"Stop it!" Sherlock yelled and then there was another shot as he aimed for her other arm and she yelled once again;

"Sherlock!" she yelled out. "Please..."

"Didn't I tell you that I would have her begging you to save her?" Moriarty yelled with his mouth close to the phone, his voice and Scarlett's screaming haunting Sherlock's ears.

"I'm going to find you," Sherlock assured him. "And when I do...Jim won't be fixing any more problems."

"Good luck Sherlock," Moriarty said, "you'll need it."

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